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Help
Help. Such a simple word. Four letters and a breath. That’s all it takes. Help. But then, why can’t I say it? I try and I try and I try But the word is stuck in my throat. It doesn’t want to go past my lips. Sometimes, I manage to whisper itThe shell of the word burning As it struggles to get free. But it’s… Read more
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“A Life Cannot Be Measured by Its Years”: a Personal Dive into The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
By Constance Drugeot Published on Curtain Call Magazine [contains spoilers] “It’s all a matter of time” The first time I saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button was during the summer of 2023 when the show had a short off-West End run at the Southwark Playhouse. As I sat in the tiny auditorium, waiting for… Read more
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10 Months
The first time I self-harmed, I was 13 years old. It was a summer day like any other. I was strolling in the flowers and trees. I could hear my mother’s laugh in the distance. Everything was so peaceful. Except me. Every cell in my body was boiling. My mind was screaming. I could feel… Read more
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A Raven’s Tale
Sara, a waitress with big dreams, feels trapped in her dull life… That is until she meets a young, mysterious orphan named Raven. After taking her under her wings, Raven disappears mysteriously, leaving her a strange Pocketwatch. Sara then starts a quest to find her but quickly realizes she is not the only one looking for her. A powerful organisation called The Iris are determined to find the young girl and use her Pocketwatch to alter the nature of time.
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The Choices We Make
Another day, another nightmare. It never seemed to end. Sometimes she even wondered why she was doing this. Well, she knew why. It still didn’t make it easier.
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Silence
A short poem I wrote on what anxiety means to me Silence. Silence everywhere. That’s all you can hear outside. Silence. There is a war inside your head, but the only thing people hear is silence. You try to speak but nothing comes out. Your mind is a battlefield: one thought contradicts another. A chaos… Read more
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‘Lucy’
When children started to disappear, Jenna didn’t want to believe it. She thought that maybe the families were responsible for it. She heard that some families killed their own babies. Not enough food or water to keep them alive. Many of them wouldn’t even live more than eighteen months anyway. It was all about survival now.
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Dreaming
I wish I could go somewhere Where girls wear flowers in their hair And boys have stars in their eyes I wish I could find a place Where sparks illuminate the sky And it’s never really dark A place where rivers never stops flowing And the flowers never stop blooming. I dream of a beach… Read more
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I Love You
A poem I wrote for all my friends The most beautiful kind of love Is the one that comes from friendship Because friends will always be there for you No matter what; Meanwhile ‘lover’, as we call them Can at any moment leave you behind With a broken heart and an empty soul But your… Read more
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